Pale Spring Sun (TRADE FAIR)

Recluse wasn't really there with her cousin, although she'd defer to Venom if she had to. No she was there on her own recone mission. She's not yet managed to wiggle any information from her little toys but after being careful to scrub their scent from her pelt she figured there was a chance she could get her own information. So she trailed along behind the small group of Ashen wolves, breaking away from Venom as they approached. She offered respectful nods to wolves she passed, flashing a grin at her cousin as she went.

Then she skirted the group, moving slowly, pretending to observe the wolves setting up their wares, taking a moment to drink in each and every scent, cataloging them. And then- she caught it. A vague familiarity, the all too faded pack scent her little captive had carried on them when she'd found them. Recluse kept moving, not letting her gaze linger too long, scanning over the form of an opal white woman, her aunt's lap dog, a slate colored man, puppies bounding happily at all of their paws. Then she circled back around to her cousin. "Anything catch your eye?" She asked as she approached.



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